Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Some people got together and set up a prayer room in Winthrop. They had a 72 hour prayer event, in which people signed up for 30 minute shifts to pray in the room. Or you could just come in when you felt the need.

I chose the latter option today after lunch. I'd kept putting off going up there, and since I had another hour plus before my next class, I didn't have an excuse.

After spending a few moments to look around the room, I had to fall to my knees. The Spirit that flowed through the place compelled me to pray. The words formed themselves in my mind so easily.

Something about the signs instructing people to take off their shoes (I would argue that the place where I stood was holy ground), the blankets on the floor, the soft worship music playing, the prayers and verses written on the papers covering the walls...was just powerful.